I hold on to things
Life has left
For
Far too long.
I put them under my pillow
While I dream.
And
Weave them into the wild flowers in my hair.
I seem to carry a
Concealed hope
That they might come back to life
If only I
Love them enough.
I hold on to things
Life has left
For
Far too long.
I put them under my pillow
While I dream.
And
Weave them into the wild flowers in my hair.
I seem to carry a
Concealed hope
That they might come back to life
If only I
Love them enough.